And seem to know me as a friend of theirs,

Though all unfit to serve them on my knee.

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They lived and sang. They died as visions die,

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Supreme, eternal, offshoots of the sky,

Made and re-made, undraped and draped afresh,

To glad the earth like phantoms made of flesh,

And yet as mistlike as delusions are!

They stood beside Achilles in his car;

They knew the gods and all their joysome deeds,

And all the chants that sprang from star to star.

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The myths of Greece, the maidens of the grove,

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